Sambeet Patra

SOLILOQUY.
The night darkened and In a bottle I slowly drowned
Towards the midnight's Florence and away from every eyes that frowned
As the senses got numb and I got dumb;
could not hear any particular voices it was just some sounds.
You put me on the half of bed and lied on the other half like a parted battle ground.

To my half closed eyes your body was a perfect silhouette
I could barely whisper this though I wanted to shout;
Along with the shades of night when you
turned
Some very different features of your body I learned
My blurry vision was in charge of the raid
Beyond the barrier of pillows you made

Committing the carnal conjunction
feels like the wild spirit of the jungle
lit a bit of forest fire
With the venom of desire
It just got me vex
That's why lighting my cigarette after sex.

The passion with the pleasurable pain
Each seconds slowing as slowly freezing rain
scorching my soul with the intimate heat
letting it melt waltz to the time's beat
the blizzard of emotions was making my heart choke
So just lightening it up by lighting a smoke.

As the ship of intimacy gets close to the shore
It just left me gasping for more
Now that the thrill is about to end
With all the kisses and sweat well spend
All the actions comes to me in flashes
As I sit an...

DEVIL'S MAKEUP
the lipstick red as blood
smeared perfectly around the deadly hallows of the word vault
making it look lusty despite all its fault.
hiding the rugged scars on the pink velvet,
only to smoothen the road to hell.

the colour of foundation a tone light
just too get you into an illusion so bright
highlighting the contours of the detrimental path
it just glorifies the skin
to make death next of your kin.

the shade of the eyeliner so dark
it overshadows the worst nights black
making those longing eyes more inviting
to a trap that never ending
making the deep blue eyes shimmer
it just makes death a wink closer.

ONLOOKER.
Unaffected by her piercing cry
Unmoved by their gruesome try
I stood there unhinged and still
As they rip her out of everything humane
I stood as a silent human.

Soaked in blood on the road he laid
After the truck strike painted him red
And he became a matter of discussion
Of all the political dysfunctions
I stood there just taking mute video
As if it was some fascinating Rodeo.

In the mercy less lynching of the cow trader
Amidst harassment of the innocent lovers
Public showed it's utter disgrace
And i was just a silent interface.

Now I think I should be partly blamed
As for my silence some are flamed
But it's too late to feel
That silence sometimes kills!.

Towards the Oblivion I travel
To the dust of furnace from the Marvel
From the great walls till the bricks
From the Rosy flowers to thorny pricks
Towards the end I shrink
Journey from the shining sphere
Till the dark sky
Pouring from from the heavy clouds
Till light winds that fly
I tend to dissolve into forms
That are way out of public norms
From the mighty bold statue
Till the dusty stature
Involving the huge beasts
And the tiny creatures
To and fro across the shore
From the majestic seas till the crippling waves
I am time and always quite oblivious.

The thing with most glorious fame
I tend to preserve with all my vanity
It's my sanity.
Forever there's a glow
Which tends to reject my flow
In the perseverance of its light
It hides all my secret lights.
Like my patience slowly burnt
Like my holy blood impurely shunt
I was smoked into pyre slowly learnt.
It was the half Hidden moon
I was going to repent so soon
That forever it's going to hide
Be it behind emotional stride or the huge tides
If at all you choose rise
Letting all that rust demise
Turn meet me in the moon
For that's the true place for you to be soon.

What is up must come down
This is what I realised
From the drops showered from the clouds
Like the tiny blessings from sky
But sometimes dry, causing drought it may fly.
From the red rising dawn
In its glorious brightest noon
Till the dark doomed dusk
The rays that pointed high
Forced to bend down.
Sometimes I wonder if it's you that makes me high
Or that's you who makes me low,
As shiny as the last smile
Or as gloomy as the tears grow.
It's just your love that made me think
Love is one of Angels thing,
Later I understood at sorrows brink
It's just another Lucifer's fling.
For what goes must come down
Be it love or be it crown.

It starts as a glistening journey
Beginning from the whole to the none
Much like love of us from start
Till where it was gone,
The youthful Cresent shape that lured the clouds to carry it East,
As your beautiful engraved hands compels me hold your wrist.
As it changes its curves along the days
From the thin to the curvaceous grace
So does your body lit a fire in me of unknown furnace.
Sometimes hidden by the clouds and shining through them...
Your hide and seek makes me feel the same.
Surrounded by the jealous stars it just outshines
Like when for the first time you heard that you are mine.
But as the shiny day come and it disappears without leaving a sign...
I still d...

Sometimes I just wish that I could have all of you
Then I realise it's actually none.
For a second I feel we are so close
But after a second you are all gone.
Like a lightning from the heaven
Sometimes i see you falling from skies
But just I another swift moment vanished like the fastest of flies.
Sometimes I ponder how to tell it all
Then I think let it be a free fall.
Should I just hint hint you a little or
Just fire you all with a Kindle.
You are my seasons of emotions that let my heart sing
Should I just wait for the winter to go by or burn it ut up till the spring.
Just tell me ,
Shall I just hurt my heart till it miss you
Or just set my lips free and kiss you.
Don't know...

Sometimes I just wish that I could have all of you
Then I realise it's actually none.
For a second I feel we are so close
But after a second you are all gone.
Like a lightning from the heaven
Sometimes i see you falling from skies
But just I another swift moment vanished like the fastest of flies.
Sometimes I ponder how to tell it all
Then I think let it be a free fall.
Should I just hint hint you a little or
Just fire you all with a Kindle.
You are my seasons of emotions that let my heart sing
Should I just wait for the winter to go by or burn it ut up till the spring.
Just tell me ,
Shall I just hurt my heart till it miss you
Or just set my lips free and kiss you.

Holding my tiny hands in his strong grip
Placed me in the back seat and never let me slip
With the voice so sublime
He was a man in his prime
The abundance of confidence in his face
And that warm smile added to his grace
He would tuck me in the car
And drive along the dusty roads to the city and far
Though the streets were crooked from all the ends
He never lost sight of me for a single second
With his curious eyes at the mirror he would stare
And assure me with a comforting glare.
As time passed by and the seats remain same but the position switched
He seats at back now with his eyebrows twitched
As I now change the gears
And accelerate smoothly without any fears
Sometimes...

Is it just me or you too feel the same
To fight back all along to the game
Into that night where we lost all the fame;
Burnt into ashes
Lit to the flames,
Does the dark still bothers you of being alone
Where even the shadows are gone.

From dark to darkest as it gets
Let all the memories turn into dreams ,
Which In the morning I shall forget.

As if you were some dark angel of the for which I chase and run
But it will be vain as the sunrays burn.
Perhaps it's a story of all my nights
Being Eclipsed from your sight.
Afterall it's your eyelashes so dark
Which turns my nights a shade black.

We both are creatures of fringe
Made of the volatile strings
Meant to be pulled and pushed
Sometimes it's sad on you
And extatic on me.
Gently they rub across your fragments
Passionately thru strike through my segments
Just to forget when to forget and when to lament.
The constant shoulders you need
And the constant whacking I heed
Denotes the force we lack
To be something without the very human rack
Through the melancholy you opetate
Through the extacy I illustrate
Submerged into the same notion
Of the unexplained emotins.
Sometimes lost in the orchestra
Sometimes​ played in the foreground of the elusive opera.

Our love story is so sick
Such as some old love music
Across all the path we tr...

Twisting fingers in varied shapes
Just to listen the sounds it makes
Sometimes stretching the chords till it crinks
Sometimes hitting the wood at the brim
He learnt it quite a way
As his life it may sway.

With efforts and compulsive dedication
Mastered the art of the enthralling satisfaction
Playing the tunes of rock
Dreaming his way through the smok smoke.
Suddenly woke up to a harsh noise
Didn't quite realise the threat it pose
Heart break carries an awful fame
For there's a girl always to blame
Now with the vibrations of the broken strings
And the hopeless over streched springs
He just sits and do nothing
This is how I lost perpetual Rockstar
Said the weeping guitar .
...

Out of all the shapes it's the one that entice me
Sometimes half filled sometimes half empty I fantasize it
Neither with the sharp hurting edges nor with the confusing loops
It has a whole different purpose to serve
Somewhat bend somewhat straight it's a curve

Traveling across the sea shores
Moving up to reach the skies
But bending deep into the seas
While it makes its course
The tides​ in its finest groove
Appears to in some curvacious move

Like the celestial being in heaven
Sometime full but sometimes fate stricken
Lurching behind the clouds
And shaping into different moulds
The best the crescent norm
As it represents hope in its infant form

I used to look up to the sky
Piercing through all those curtains of clouds,
And through the scorching sun ray
To look up at the face of devinity
As something full of sense and sanity;
He is the perfect creator of all they say
Making and moulding the world as he may;
eyes are reflection of pure justice
Something that's universal and solving every criISIS.

As I grow older enough to look up and not hurt my neck,
I heard all these in name of him what the heck
They call him superior and do all the things that's inferior,
I realised he's only as good as a human
Full of flaws as any man.

As I grow old and hairs turn grey
I couldn't​ look up to complain how misleading was he
The l...

Make me...
Make me a butterfly
With the wings so i can fly
To you and your forbid location
Without even seeing
Just by tracing your smell so sweet
I could make the perfect fleet.
Make me a lamp
Let me burn
in my heat you melt your heart
And in my light
Make yourself bright.
Make me a pillow
So I can be with your tears and mellow
On me when you rest your head
I will make all the nightmares ​fade.
Make me something
For all this long you only
made me.